An End To Love

I'm stuck
in a mode of pain
suffering words

Strangling on their meaning
as a burning engulfs my being

Internal combustion
as my heart explodes

Love has drove me mad
one night he had to
meet his demise
now I set and
pen our love
a poem

Written in
his blood



By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

This started out as meaning something else than it turned and now it just twisted lol

Reviews

[KeeD]

I can feel the hearts core burning with intensity ..love pain emotion...all rubbing against each other causing friction that burns up and explodes leaving waves of devaststion to the tender kind vessel that housed a heart only made to love. This was a beautiful tragedy and in his blood poetry was born

[Sandra]

Awww :( sad poems are ones i really love, love always takes a bad turn and leave us broken .. Nice poem indeed..

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Wow, this is short and to the point. My favorite type of poetry! This is amazing. Sometimes when writers write something, it turns out completely different than the initial intentions. It happens. Sometimes we are blessed that it happens because it ends up as a masterpiece that everyone adores. I adore this. Something about it is unique! There definitely should be more views and reviews on this poem. The imagery completes the circle of perfection of this poem. Can not say how well you did! Awesome, awesome, awesome job.

[Madalyn Beck]

Ahh, yes. The writings of pain in the their blood. I love the description! Great write! (:

[Stevo The POE-t]

Been there done that... Where I have actually taken blood and tried to write a poem with it... It defiantly means more to you if it actually is written out of your own blood.. Then you can truly say you have bled for poetry..